|Standing on the porch at the lodge at Hurricane Ridge in the|
Olympic National Park, Port Angeles, WA.
|I think I smell snow in that leaden sky.|
|Mt.Olympus is off to the right, past the snow-made polar bear.|
And this time it required chains on tires, so I wasn't about to put myself through that experience again. (I think the last time was from my house in East Fork heading toward Ketchum in Idaho.)
|Looking eastward, sort of toward Seattle, WA.|
So I rode up with a shuttle service and a trip that should have taken about an hour was almost twice that with a faulty chain install on a rear tire that went "whap-whap-whap" for 18 miles up and 18 miles back.
It was impressive at the top, though.
Over a week of steady snow and wind with periodic mild warmings had created some very long icicles and snow statues from trees that were totally covered.
I stepped off a path for cross-country skiers and sunk down to my waist... and the snow was really blue even a short distance down.
|I love this color blue under these circumstances. I think it|
might be less appealing if it was much deeper and I was in it.
|The lodge to the left has an overlook spot below,|
but it is covered in snow up to about six feet.
I have skied in N.H., Vermont (Suicide Six, especially), Massachusetts, Idaho, Calif., Canada and Austria. I have skied with some of the most interesting folks when I worked at Sun Valley and that includes volunteering with the Ski Patrol.
Getting older should mean getting wiser, too.
And so when I had my last downhill ski trip with the Scottsdale Sail and Ski Club, I decided it was time to enjoy it to the fullest and then sell my equipment.
The two close calls I had with other skiers who were skiing out of control only confirmed it was time I did just that.
|"Sandy Banks" in a snow bank...|
|Halfway down the ridge, after the tunnels, looking down on|
Sequim, WA and Puget Sound.
|Unknown couple heading off on the Cross Country trail.|